Sooooo... ok. Although I have aleady posted two blogs, I haven't posted a blog about who I am. Usually people who blog do a little intro THEN they blog, but I guess since I've never been one to follow rules, it's no shock that I'm doing a little introduction AFTER having posted a couple blogs. I'm not expecting a lot of people to read about my babble, but just in case someone may choose to read, they will know a little about me.
I'm 32, I live in North Orange County (I will tell you why I feel the need to say 'North' O.C. later), I'm engaged to the funniest man I've ever met and I have two dogs. My life for the most part is calm these days. I've been with my fiance for over 3 years now and we're going to finally get married next year. I say 'finally' because I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him within the first month of meeting him. I know, I know. You're probably thinking "this chick is a sap" but I'm soooo not a sap. It's just one of those things. When I met him, I felt like I was home. I didn't have to be anyone but myself. I didn't have to laugh at things that weren't funny to be polite. I didn't have to hold back the things I wanted to say. I was myself, completely and totally. It was like a breath of fresh air. That's not to say that I was a fake with those I dated before him, but I think that we all tend to tame ourselves at times when we date people we aren't sure about. Maybe you won't laugh at a crude joke even if you think it's funny...maybe you will dress conservative even though you want to throw on a hot dress...maybe you will stay home more often even though you KNOW you want to hit the town so that you don't come across as a party girl. I can only speak for myself when I say I've done that. But when I met my suga' it was just different. I felt like I could totally be myself. He is truly my air. Even though we're getting married next year, I already feel married. Our wedding day will be special nonetheless, but the way I see it, it's just a confirmation..... and a day where we can get gussied up and celebrate with our loved ones.
I have two dogs. Two Chihuahuas. I love them to bits. I mean that. I had never bonded with an animal before I met my dog Carmela. Then along came Peanut. I realize that I think of them as little humans and they aren't but I can't help it. After a long shitty day at work, they are always there to greet me and make me feel like I'm the best thing since Spanx. Yes, I talk to them.... yes I dress them. Shut up. Don't judge me. haha On a serious note, I am a die hard animal lover. I am the chick that will call the cops on you if you leave your animal in the car. I'm the chick who calls animal control to come pick up animals off the side of the road because it breaks my heart to see them laying there like trash. I'm the one who will put food out to feed a hungry cat. It infuriates me to see animal abuse. It makes me cry to see an animal ignored and neglected. I've felt this way for some time now and got to thinking about a saying I've always believed in.. "shit or get off the pot". With all these strong feelings I have towards animals, what was I doing with it? So I decided that I'd spent enough time "on the pot" and decided to shit! I went through the screening process to become a volunteer at a shelter. I can't even put into words just how much I love it. If they were hiring I'd quit my job and work there. I love being around animals. I met three dogs on my first visit and helped to get one adopted. My soul is happy when I'm around all the animals.
What else... I am a girly girl. I love, love, love to shop. I love jewelry, but not for the reason you might think. When I'm feeling "puffy" jewelry always fits and makes me feel pretty... as do shoes. I love shoes.I like to get dressed up whenever I can and love feeling girlie. That's not to say I can't get down and grungy too. I have planted in my yard, I have picked up countless dog turds, barf, you name it. I can do it. Do I like that stuff? No. But I can handle it, most definitely.
I believe that we are our own worst critic. I think it's human nature to see flaws in ourself. I'm guilty of it myself. When someone gives me a compliment, I can never just say "thank you". There is always a "but". "Your hair looks pretty. It's so long." Me: "Yeah, it's long.. but it's all scraggly." I don't know why I do that,but it's almost automatic! I guess I feel like if I simply say "thank you" I'm agreeing with whatever the person said and that's never the case. I've been told that to say other than "thank you" when someone pays you a compliment is impolite, but I can't help myself.
I have a passion for music. I love it. I feel it. I roll around in it. I love all sorts of music. I can go from Coltrane to Cream in a minute. I thank my dad for exposing me to so many different types of music growing up. I become imersed (sp*) in music. I just slip into my own little world when I hear a song that suits my mood.
I am a shutterbug. I carry a camera with me at all times. I like to shoot random things. I respect photography as an art. It's magical. A camera allows you to freeze a moment in time forever. That look... that smile... that tear... Photos are treasures.
Anyway, that's a bit about me. I plan to blog regularly. I don't know if it will be a daily thing. I don't know if my blogs will even be borderline entertaining for you to read. It's fun and therapeutic for me though. So if you're so inclined, "follow" me on here. Toodles for now...
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